There're fewer times your manhood's more in-tuned
than when you take time to mind 
and dress your ol' lady's wounds.

What's brawnier than replacing old struts? 
Why, it's massaging Vaseline into her accidental new cuts.

Repairing of dash mirrors in no way compares
to the way you apply anti-fungal cream to her affected skin and scalp hairs. 

More so, upgrading Apple CarPlay on a dash
will never compare to you applying calamine upon her ivy rash.

What revs testosterone like wielding power tools
more than applying a cold-press to her feet to alleviate fire ant-induced pustules?

Caress and scratch her back
with the same intention and care used to screw every lug nut for a flat's replace from the rack.

Don't mistake.
For, she, indeed, admires your handy skills’ results, like erecting fencing baring nice and tall. 
Greasing, sharpening, and mending equipment, sure as sunshine, is manly.
Just don't forget, though, what Adam learned, she's your most prized and universal tool of all.

From the Soul, 
 

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“The Sharpest Tool in Your Bed” is a piece from my upcoming published anthology, “Return from the Pale Trail: Gifts to Humanity We’ve Been Taught to Forget.” I’m ecstatic to share this wonderful piece of literature with the family. I hope you all enjoy. Until then, feel free to check out my other published materials.